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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight

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So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
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Chaste Herself Lost Maid Sex Women
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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Deserve Give Up Gratitude Thankful Thinking
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
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Civil Culture Greatness Imagination Misfortune People Power Religious Ruler
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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Access Clean Love Myself Sing Writing Youth
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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Kiss Myself Relationship Romance
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
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Chaste God Himself Poem Poet
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Aware Destruction Dream Habit Lost One Liner Truth Water Wine
My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
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Love Low Mindset Stop Women Wreck Yourself
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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Calm Heat Rage Restore Sky Spring
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
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Darkness Path Return Travel
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
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Fond Promise Stream Vow Woman
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
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Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Torment
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Book Little Myself One Liner

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